Chiptune off the old block
Grinding with dubstep
It's so hot
I know you haven't gotten enough yet
So come get your cartridge
Older systems leave carnage
Grab controllers
Hit power like solar
Chip on your shoulder
Blowing up more pins than a bowler
But I do it I do it a bit colder
Always got a 1-UP
You know I'm a high roller
Boss challenge
Anyone with a raised voice
Place have an extra level so I can gain points
Spitting insane joy
Hitting your brain
You got a toy in your hand
But this isn't a game, boy
Deranged points the damage
Destroying plans
Deploying a grand noise
And I'm enjoying it man
Till I pick up every coin in the land
You know it's Pants and I'm kicking it with Boyinaband
It's player two's turn
To spray a few words
The game is ruthless
Into a new-age game where I shoot first
Blast you, Xbox
I hate to break it but hey the truth hurts
I'm all like it rings like a boss' head
The only rings you'll be coming across are red
And do an 8-bit
Critical split
You'll get lyrically bit
Crushed lickety-split
So move bits
Get out the way
Or you risk this NES to your face
It's console warfare
Face your fate
I got the hard mode flow
And a dubstep bass
No simultaneous players
There's no room for two on this pixelated display